Her mother’s face was reproachful, her eyes hurt. “How can you do it? What have you become? I don’t recognize my little girl anymore.”

            “Mommy, listen—”

            “No. You listen. I gave up my life for him. I died because of him and the other children! You’re betraying me. You work for the people who killed me. You’re trying to imprison the child I died to release. You may look just like me, but how can you call yourself my daughter? What kind of monster have you become?”

            “Mommy!”

            Miss Parker jolted upright in bed, bathed in sweat and tears.